I have been extremely close many times. The most erotic part for me is palpation of the vulva followed by the retro-vaginal exam. I think itās the speculum part and PPAP smear that keep me from having an orgasm. I find it very uncomfortable and it cools me down.
I did actually climax once during an examination, but it was at the breast clinic being prepared for a mammogram. The technician was very thorough. š³
It happened about ten years ago (I was in my mid forties) when I was sent to the breast screening clinic for my first mammogram. Since it was my first visit I really had no idea what to expect. None of my girlfriends had been there either. I was apprehensive as Iād heard on the news and such that it was like having your boob slammed in the refrigerator door. My breasts, it goes without saying, are very sensitive so I was a little worried about the actual mammogram. It turned out the clinic was a separate area set off at the extreme end of one of the wings of the hospital. When I entered the clinic it was like Iād gone into another world. It was softly lit, smelled of lavender and there was soft music playing. At first all I saw was the two leather couches and chairs with a little coffee table in the middle. It was almost romantic. When I'm in these medical situations I am partially aroused all the time, but I try not to think about it too much. It's been this way for as long as I can remember so I'm used to it--sort of.
A young and very pretty dark haired woman came through a door at the back of the waiting area and confirmed my name. She told me to have a seat and relax that she would be with me in a couple of minutes. I was about ten minutes early.
Five minutes later she invited me to come in. The examination room was about half the size of the waiting room; I mean not very big. She opened a door on the side wall and told me to go in and remove everything above my waist including jewellery. Thatās when I realized Iād made a mistake wearing a dress. Since it was summer time all I had on was a bra and panties under my dress. I did as she told me and came back to the examination room in just my panties.
I sat up on the table as she instructed and got a better look at her. She looked to be in her early twenties but Iām pretty sure she was ten years older than she looked. She had me lie down on the table and started doing a routine palpation of my breasts.
She explained that they were much more thorough in the clinic than doctors usually were in their office; and that since I had large breasts [38 D] that it would take a few minutes. She asked me if I was OK with that and I agreed. She was very chatty and didnāt seem to need me to respond much to what she was saying other than the odd active listening noise.
My experience had been that doctors, male and female, were very careful to stay away from the nipple when doing this kind of exam but she wasnāt. In the course of palpating each breast she must have brushed my nipples four or five times. They donāt need that much encouragement so they were standing up almost fully erect by the time sheād finished.
As I mentioned Iād already started feeling a little horny in the waiting room. It went up a notch when I realized that Iād have to have the exam done while I was in just my panties [very sensible cotton blend briefs if you must know and they were beige].
I thought the next thing would be the refrigerator door but I was wrong. She [her name was Ellen] had me get up off the table and lean forward so my boobs were hanging. As she was studying them I could feel my pussy starting to churn. When she reached underneath she cupped them and sort of lifted and squeezed. Iāll never forget how soft her palms felt against my tingling nips.
Then she told me to sit back up on the table. When I was seated she had me to put my hands behind my head. She put both her hands on one breast [the left I think] and started to work around it. I had my knees together and to tell the truth I was squeezing my thighs together which was making me feel pretty good. My knees were in her way so she asked me to open my legs and lean forward a little again. This caused me to open up enough that the way I was leaning forward my clit was pressing on the table top.
I had never had my breasts examined this way before. Previously it was just lying on my back while the doctor sort of massaged firmly [and very briefly I might add] around the outside. Ellen gently squeezed all around with both hands for what seemed like minutes, but it probably wasn't that long. It felt like fondling and she didn't seem to care how much or how many times her hands brushed on or actually squeezed on my very erect nipples. She didn't actually pinch them, but she was sort of taking handfuls of my boobies and squeezing and it didn't seem to matter if my nip was part of the handful
I didnāt wiggle my butt on purpose it did it all on its own, and thatās when I came. It wasnāt a huge earth shaking climax but I know I groaned and got quite dizzy. She asked if she was hurting me and had this subtle smile on her face. I managed to tell her she wasnāt. She examined me for another couple of minutes and then told me to come next door to the mammography machine.
The experience with the ārefrigerator doorā wasnāt quite as bad as Iād prepared myself for and I was actually more concerned when I got off the table that sheād notice the wet spot on my underpants. Luckily the light beige color didnāt show it up too much, and it was far enough back that you really couldnāt see it when I was standing up.
I go back every two years (the sixth time was this past spring) and I have never seen Ellen since. I have also never gotten off although Iāve been close a couple of times. The technicians Iāve had since the first time do the exam pretty much the same way [itās been a different girl every time] .